Officer out of Uniform (Lock and Key Book 2) (24 page)

“No, but let’s just say that I’m a proven danger with the weapon I do have.” No way was she going to give up her Shun after it had served her so well. It was her lucky knife now, and if necessary, she’d slash her way through anything and anyone if that was what it took to protect Henry, or anyone else she loved.

Because her mother was right: life was short. And regardless of the flirtatious nature she’d inherited, or the fact that she’d once written separate love letters to all five of the Backstreet Boys and mailed them together on the same date, she knew she’d never love anyone like she loved Henry.

“Ah, fuck!” Henry stumbled backward and barely caught himself against the counter. “Hell Sasha, you nearly broke my back.”

She might be small compared to him, but she channeled all the force of a speeding train when she really wanted something. And apparently what she wanted right now was his dick. He had to admit, if his back was going to be broken, this was probably the best way it could possibly happen.

He sucked in a breath as she pressed herself against him, put her arms around his torso and squeezed so hard his ribs ached in protest. The feel of her hot, soft body held so tightly against his dispelled some of his exhaustion and replaced it with a desire he felt even more deeply in his bones. She ground her belly against his groin, and he knew it was deliberate.

“If you survived a gunfight with Randy Levinson, you’ll survive this.” She tipped her head back and met his eyes.

He was momentarily frozen as he studied her face for the first time in nearly 48 hours. She was so beautiful he could hardly stand it – her beauty struck him fresh as he stood sweating in the uniform he’d been wearing all day.

“I’m disgusting,” he said as she gripped his duty belt.

“Impossible.”

He felt his duty belt unbuckle and slip away, heard his equipment scraping on the counter as she set it there and pushed it away.

“Okay.” As his dick throbbed against the palm of her hand, through his uniform pants, he gave one last attempt at a warning. “I smell like I’ve been rolling around in the dirt and sweating in the sun all day, which I have been.”

“Rolling around in the dirt?”

“Grass, really. It was a field. Grey tripped me.”

“I’m a little jealous. I’d love to roll around in the grass with you.”

It was a sexy fantasy, but only that. In reality, the heat, humidity, ticks and mosquitos tainted the idea of spontaneous field sex, at least during the summer. “No you wouldn’t.”

She yanked the hem of his uniform shirt out of his pants and popped the button above his fly free. “I’d take you anywhere and any way I could get you. I love fucking you almost as much as I love you.”

Heat tore through him, made him want to turn the tables and pin her
up against the counter. Tear her clothing off of her, see how she liked it. There was no doubt in his mind that she
would
like it.

She had his zipper halfway down when he grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “Anywhere and any way? You sure about that?”

Her gaze was unwavering. “Yes.”

He reached for the belt she’d stripped off of him and had his cuffs in hand before she’d so much as blinked. The ones he’d decided would be just hers were in his room, and at the moment, that seemed a million miles away. Desire had him by the balls, and he wasn’t about to walk away. He cuffed her, both hands behind her back, before she could say a word.

What he did next was something he’d been fantasizing about for an eternity. Over the past two days, the fantasy had been one he’d thought about each time he’d stepped into the shower, one he’d jacked off to before he’d even washed the day’s sweat from his skin. Now, the prospect of actually living it out had him hard as granite.

He stripped her shorts and panties off of her without wasting any time, pausing only to run his hands over the luscious curves of her ass and to kiss the slick swell of her pussy, indulging in a quick taste.

There was no getting her top off while she was cuffed, but he pushed it up over her chest, unhooked the back of her bra and pressed his face against her breasts, sucking on her nipples, touching them and groaning when he felt how hard they were. As ready as he was to fuck her, there was no ignoring curves like hers.

The table was just the right height – he’d decided that days ago, had imagined the logistics of what they were about to do in detail. So when he walked her to its edge and bent her over it, it was no surprise that it seemed made for this.

With her standing bent that way, her perfect ass on display and thighs already spread, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His gaze was glued to her body, even as he yanked his zipper the rest of the way down and took his dick in hand, letting his pants and underwear slip down over his hips. His uniform would be a mess when this was done – the dark blue fabric was a perfect canvass for incriminating evidence. He didn’t give a damn.

Her slit was pink and wet; he saw that even before he felt it. White-hot lust tore through him when the moisture from her lips kissed the head of his cock, and he groaned.

She tensed, body clenching even though he wasn’t inside her yet, and he felt her folds tightening against his hard-on. Her words from a few minutes ago echoed through his head:
‘I love fucking you almost as much as I love you’.

“I love you too,” he said, realizing he hadn’t said it back, and thrust inside her.

She cried out, loud and sharp, and pushed her hips back against his. He hoped to hell and back that no one was waiting in the woods wanting to hurt them again, because he was powerless to stop, incapable of doing anything other than rocking into her wet heat again, relishing the way her tight pussy stretched around his hard dick. There’d be no pulling out of her until he’d come deep inside her hot, clenching body.

He fucked her hard, slowed a little after a few thrusts to ask whether it hurt her hips, being pressed against the table like that.

She said it did but she didn’t care, that she hardly noticed because all she could think about was the fact that she was going to come because his dick was hitting just the right spot inside her, and if he stopped it’d kill her.

He couldn’t accuse her of being melodramatic, not when it felt like stopping would kill him too. The thought alone was unbearable.

“I like it like this, on the table,” she said when he slowed to let her speak. “You’re so hard inside me, and it’s so hard against me – there’s no give. You’re in so deep it hurts a little, and I can’t move to an easier position.”

“Do you want to?” Knowing he was hurting her – that it wasn’t as good for her as it was for him – would be the only thing that could possibly stop him.

“No.” She shook her head, breathless. “I want to feel you when we’re done. I want to feel you after I go home and in the morning when I’m missing you. Fuck me harder. Don’t hold back.”

He groaned, felt a little weak in the knees. Earth-shattering lust held him up, made him strong. He fucked her like she’d asked him to, didn’t worry about anything. Her words had unleashed a floodgate, and the way she moaned and shrieked kept it open.

He was sure he’d feel this long after they were done, too – sex like this would linger as satisfaction deep in his bones, hard fucking imprinted somewhere on his soul. Permanently.

He’d meant it when he’d said he loved her, when he’d parted her pussy lips as he’d drawn his next breath and buried himself to the root inside her. This wasn’t why he loved her, but it was a big part of how.

He loved that she let him show her how he felt like this, loved the way she writhed and moaned beneath him, like his love and his body were the two best things she’d ever been given. Loved that the only thing that went deeper than his cock inside her was the way he felt about her. There was no hesitation and no shame in the way he fucked her or the way he loved her, or the way she fucked and loved back.

There was only honesty. She looked him in the eye – when the position allowed – and told him what she wanted, how she felt. He couldn’t help doing the same right back; it felt natural. It was so easy with her. He’d never imagined he’d have that with anyone.

She exhaled hard, went rigid against the table. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”

The note of desperation – fear – in her voice was real. Did she really think he was even capable of stopping now?

He could barely understand the English language anymore, he was so far gone. The only reason her words had registered was because she’d spoken them. “I won’t,” he promised. “I can’t.”

She’d balled her hands into fists, bundles of soft skin and white knuckles above the silver cuffs. The metal caught the light, filled his eyes with stars. She looked phenomenal, bound like that. She was so sure of what she wanted, so full of energy that having her cuffed beneath him almost made him want to stop just to stare, to catch his breath.

Almost.

He pulled back far so he could watch his shaft barreling back into her, thick flesh disappearing into her tight pink folds. It made him even harder to see her stretching to take him in, to see the shine her wetness left on his dick. She’d take charge in a heartbeat if he let her, but when he had her like this, she took everything he gave her and panted like she wanted more. It was the best thing he’d ever seen, heard, felt…

She screamed as he pumped into her, his rock-hard dick being squeezed tighter and tighter by the pulsing in her pussy, contractions that seemed to knock the breath out of her as they made him swear and groan.

Fucking her was the only time swearing felt like a prayer. Something breathed in a moment of awe and desperation, a plea that he’d live to experience this again. And again. And again.

He didn’t want it to ever stop, but his own climax was looming over him as hers ebbed and her screaming became softer, then stopped altogether. She lapsed into saying his name so softly he had to strain to hear it over the sound of his own breathing. Her words lit him up from the inside out, and he felt that he was about to come just like he felt electricity when he was outside during a storm and every hair on his body stood up.

Charged, pulsing, he poured himself into her, groaning as it hit him. He’d probably never come so hard before, but then again, he thought that every time he came inside her. He couldn’t help thinking it. It felt better each time, like he’d never get enough of her.

And when he was done, he still hadn’t had enough. As he pulled out, he could feel the aches and exhaustion in his muscles. He uncuffed her and pulled her close anyway, lifted her up and carried her to his room.

“I know you can’t stay the night,” he said, seeing the question in her eyes.

“And you have to get up super early again, anyway.”

“I know. But don’t leave just yet.”

She stretched out on the bed, then peeled off her crooked top and bra, finally tossing them aside. Next thing he knew she was pressed up against him, naked.

He curled around her reflexively, with an arm across her chest.

Something faintly reflective caught his eye, a muted flash of light on her cheek.

The bottom dropped right out of his stomach. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. I mean, I ache a little, but it’s the good kind of hurt. Like I said—”

“You want to feel me in the morning.” The words came out half-groan. Just thinking about her saying that gave him an instant hard-on, even after what they’d just done.

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s with the tear?”

There was only one, but that was definitely what it was.

She curled in on herself more tightly, then relaxed, as if by sheer force of will, resting against him again. “Remember when you said you had a bad feeling, a few days before everything that happened in the woods?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have a bad feeling now. I’m terrified that something will happen to you.”

He felt her shake and guilt swept over him like an avalanche, burying him. It’d been stupid of him to say that to her, stupid to put that idea in her head.

“I’ll be fine. You worry about yourself, and staying safe. If I know you’re being careful, I won’t have to worry as much, and I can focus on what I’m doing.”